After 8 years in DC, I finally made it down to the National Arboretum. All I can say is that I'm ashamed and saddened that I never went before. It was absolutely lovely and incredibly peaceful.
I was tickled by the azalea garden. In the south, EVERYONE has azaleas in their front yard. They're everywhere, and I have never really been a fan at all. They're just sort of messy. The bushes don't have a shape, and when they're not flowering, they're ugly. And the white flowers turn brown really quickly, so there were lots of yards with ugly-shaped bushes with brown flowers on them. Gross.
So I thought it was weird that the National Arboretum had a whole garden devoted to them. But it turns out that the azaleas were in bloom and actually very beautiful. I saw some varieties that I had never seen before, which people in Georgia should maybe think about substituting for the white ones in their collections.
And we loved the dogwood garden - so peaceful. I didn't get very many good pictures, but we thought these two trees had very interesting blooms.
And I enjoyed relaxing on the grass and staring up into the sky.
Then I fell in love with this man.
Probably okay for the babe because I don't actually know who he is. And he's a man. But painting out among the trees? Awesome!
But what was most wonderful, you ask?
The fiddleheads in Fern Valley. I just adore the little whimsical things. A whole frond curled up into those tiny little heads. Love them.
All in all, a completely delightful day in DC.